I also love this spot because it’s in the middle of the ocean and you get a nice cliff side effect with the waves. Like my very own mini Cliffs of Moher. Cliffs of Void Mo(t)her?
but in a testament to the ingenious nature of those who came before me, it sputtered and sparked to life
A voice out of the past then guided me on a tour of the history of this place.
Thinking the Travellers could tame this place, they learned the hard way that life finds a way.
They found themselves beaten down as hordes of local life reminded them they were here first
Life, in all of its forms, must be respected.
I sat and reflected on all of this as I gazed out of the windows onto an abandoned trading post. So much knowledge lost. And all because the Travellers refused to find a way to live together with what had already existed long before they arrived.
We come to explore. Not to conquer.
That should have been their motto.
Huh, this didn’t happen for me… I wonder if it has anything to do with me climbing the skull outside? Being cursed by angry spirits was on my bucket list anyways…
You must be very quiet to hear voices from the past. The longer time goes on, the more distant and faint the voices become. Then, one sad day, you realize most people can no longer hear the voices. They are too noisy. Moving too fast and the voices have become too faint…